His finger traces my skin, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into mine as I feel chills run down my spine.
"Taehyung." I call out his name, close to a whisper, afraid that someone might hear us.
Why did being with him make me feel so good even though he wasn't mine to keep?
[Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction]
Warning: some sexual/mature content
Started, 30 Nov 2018
Ended, 25 Apr 2019
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cover by: @eulu-xuria